Noctisardor Bypass To go to sleep I count antlers, not sheep

She did not flinch as the Empress sidled up to her side - nor when she spoke with a nearly inaudible tune. Semira's curt nod and conspirators grin was enough of a reply. Sure, the caches were refilled after they emptied the posioned one and checked all of the others, but there was alway time for a hunt. Even the smallest of prey would do for now, it was mainly the focus and instinct that she needed right now. It had been stressful since Kelina's attack on Cebra and Circe's suspisious creeping.

Semira knelt beside the whisp, her eyes locked onto where the hare had slipped through the brush before them. With soft, steady movements she prowled towards the ferns - brushing past them without a whisper of sound. On the other side she peered back to the woman, motioning for her to go around. The hare sat unaware in the center of the glade, stretching out in the sunlight. She hoped Gwen took the memo and allows Semira to frighten it her way.